


Forgive and let live

by Childish Jellie Roll Princess (Queen_Emmy_Twopoint_oh)



Category: Five Nights at Freddy's
Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Children, Gen, Ghosts, Sins, The Author Regrets Everything
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-06-14
Updated: 2018-07-08
Packaged: 2019-05-23 06:28:40
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 9
Words: 4,724
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14928968
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Queen_Emmy_Twopoint_oh/pseuds/Childish%20Jellie%20Roll%20Princess
Summary: Regret,Remorse,And Atonement.To atone for his sins,(or at least rack up some karma) before he kicks the bucket,Vincent finds himself raising some kids. Specifically,the ones he killed.





	1. Forgiveness

**Author's Note:**

  * Inspired by [Father Vincent](https://archiveofourown.org/external_works/390863) by Mr. Magical. 



Vincent was not a young man.   
He knew it was unlikely that he would live forever. The truth of that set in when his long-time friend,Jack,had died.   
Actually,calling him much more than a work associate was a bit of a stretch. He didn't really do friends.

But it was his death that jarred him from his oblivion. Jack had attempted to clear his soul,rack up some karma.   
Vincent knew that in his case,it was very different. Jack hadn't been a literal child murderer,just a weird guy.  
But if Jack,a man who's short list of bad deeds included ripping up a parking ticket and forgetting to vote,worried about death,what did that mean for ol' Vincent?

So he did the unthinkable.

He began to repent. A total stop. Cold turkey.  
Helped the old crone next door,Mrs. Lucille Abernathy paint.   
But then his angel appeared.

"Hi," The solid form of light and magic and feathers next to him hummed."We don't talk a lot. I'm your new angel. You can call me Viktoryia,if you like."

"You're a fucking angel? Where have you been all my life?"Vincent scolded.

"Well ,you can thank Mishin. He went dark and pulled you down with him."

"That is a thing? Like Lucifer and all that?"

His angel's eyes went cold and metallic. "We don't talk about that."

"Alright," He blew his bangs out of his eyes."so why are you here?"


	2. Chapter 2

"Well,you see when a person is very- actually let me be frank-"

"I thought your name was Viktoryia."

"Ok,wise guy. You're kinda totally headed for the deepest hell."

"Shit. Not unexpected. You've seen my rep sheet."

"But it doesn't have to be that way. You can be redeemed,I know it."

Vincent blew his bangs out of his eyes. "I am a viscous,unrelenting child murderer. Next you'll tell me my true love really is out there somewhere."

The girl next to him squirmed a little.

"I WAS JOKING. We'll come back to that. So,how can I be redeemed?"

"Well, I'm not really supposed to do this,but I could kind of bring your victims back to life. Learn to be a good man,and the Universe will clear your slate."

"A clean slate? And I just gotta fight the good fight?"

"Yeah,well,I mean that and raise the kids."

"What?"

"Yeah. All of them."

"Do I get like cosmic help? A magic nanny? You'll stop by?"

"I guess I could stop in. But this is your redemption task. Not mine." "What about my true love? Where is she?" "I don't know man." She stood up,dusted off her white sun dress and offered him a hand. "Good luck."


	3. Little boys

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> This did not bode well for the killer.  
> After all this was where the Puppet and Golden Freddie slept.

When Vincent awoke,he was in the storage closet of the pizzeria.   
This did not bode well for the killer. After all,this was where the Puppet and Golden Freddie slept.

The blank eyes of a mask stared back at him from a shelf. He could smell decay,sickly sweet and thick in the air. Just a few feet from him lay a heavy animatronic suit. An extra. Blood dripped from it's eye sockets. 

Vincent took a deep breath. He was not trapped in a suit,springlock or other.   
The dark haired man continued to look around. The checkered tile floor was chipped,and the wallpaper was disturbingly grimy.

In one corner of the room,tucked behind the animatronic,were two little boys. They seemed to be fast asleep.

He recognized one of them-how could he not? 

The little boy with blond hair in blue was who he suspected to be the Puppet. His first victim. Chase Carmichael.

The second boy was more of a mystery. He had dark hair much like Vincent's own,and wore a tee shirt that featured balloon animals.

He silently crept towards the pair. They didn't stir,even when he was very near.

"Hey,you dead?"He said softly,patting Chase on the arm.

"Huh?"the little child asked drowsy."Papa?"

"What? I ain't your papa."

The other child shuddered and rubbed at his eyes. 

"I'm sorry,Papa. Did we fall asleep?"

"Yeah,you did. Why don't we get out of here and go home?"

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> To be clear: Cassidy: blond,puppet,take cake mini game.


	4. The fight for Mickey D's

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Vincent and the kids have different views on dinner.

This was a crazy idea. Not "gravy on a scrambled eggs" crazy,but "let's invade Russia" crazy. Vincent had done many things in his life. However,none of them involved children. At least,in a way that didn't involve murder. He didn't think his angel would take too kindly to him slashing Chase's throat. Then he'd probably be worse off than he was before his little Karma kick. Why was he doing this again?

"Papa,"Chase whined, "I'm hungry. Can we get McDonald's on the way home?"

"Yeah,Papa,let's get McDonald's!"The dark haired child chimed in,voice mores subdued than Chase's. What was this kid's name again?

Vincent tried to mask his slight frustration under a layer of calm.

_I'm cool,_ Vincent thought,attempting to paste a sugary smile onto his face, _I'm calm. This is a regular mission. I got this._

_"_ No,"He answered firmly."We have food at home. You don't need McDonald's."

He was very unprepared for the backlash headed his way.

"Noooo,"Chase cried,"We have food at home everyday! I want chicken nuggets!"

"Yeah,"The other answered,"Plus,you never hang out with us anymore! You just tell us to sit in here and be quiet,and then leave."

The kid in the balloon shirt was nearly bawling now,snot running down his nose,and it seemed Chase wasn't far off. Tears glimmered in his blue eyes.

Vincent had to admit that he felt a pang in his chest at the sight. Was he really such a bad person? 

"I already said no." Vincent murmured,a little bit more gently.

Chase's lip stopped wavering and he unleashed a typhoon's worth of tears.

"Jesus,kid,you trying to flood me out?"He joked,poking the brunette on his stomach,which unlocked screams.

"Fine,let's go to your precious McDonald's."He shouted above all the screaming and crying. His temper was at an all time low,and these kids just kept jumping on thin ice. "Really?" Chase uttered after a hiccuping sob. He pawed at his eyes and used his blue tee shirt to wipe at his nose. "Yeah,why not?"Vincent asked,once again at a normal volume as the last cries faded out. He ran his fingers through his shaggy dark bangs. He was rethinking the difficulty of this mission. An eternity of hell couldn't be be that bad couldn't be that bad compared to the agony he had just endured. He stood and unlocked jiggled the door handle. It popped open and he dug around in his pockets for his keys. Vincent had gotten almost back to the main stage before he noticed that neither of the children were following him. He retraced his steps,thinking of what could be holding those pokey puppies up. Apparently,the door had shut after him,and had locked poor little Chase and What-his-name in with the old night guard. It really struck him strange that they hadn't noticed the dripping Freddy exoskeleton. Eventually,they did manage to get to his car. Neither of them had needed his assistance buckling up,but Chase had complained about how hot the metal seatbelt tabs were. Vincent didn't really know what Chase had wanted him to do about it. The car was very quiet. That didn't work for Vincent. He had the premium radio stations for a reason,dammit! He flicked the radio on and the chorus of Billy Joel's "We didn't start the fire" filled the car. Chase and What's-His-Name hummed along to it. Loudly.

"Look,we're here."Vincent said,flicking the radio off and pulling into a parking space. The boys stopped humming and quickly undid their belt buckles. Vincent had no child lock on any of his doors,so they were able to get out rather easily. The guarded a note to maybe put a child lock on the doors.  
Chase and What's-His-Name tried to flank him and hold both his hands,but he callously shook them off.  
She. They got inside,he instructed them to look at the board and decide what they wanted.  
The McDonald's was dingy,like everything else in this town. It had red and yellow vinyl booths that were scratched and faded,especially in sunny patches.  
A minute passed and neither of the boys had made a decision.  
They were the only people in the diner,so the line wasn't being held up,but Vincent had enough.  
He stepped up and ordered two large thirty-piece chicken McNuggets. One for him one for the kids and two large fries,as well as two drinks. Kids could share drinks,right?

While the employee,Rachel,prepared their meal,the other one on shift,Ethan,handed him two drink cups. He took one out and knelt down to talk to Chase and the other boy. He explained to them in no uncertain terms that they were supposed to walk over to the soda machine and get either Minute Maid Lemonade ™ or Hi-C!   
The two boys walked over to the soda machine as Vincent watched them.

"Are those your sons? They're really cute."Rachel asked,bringing Vincent's eyes back to the counter."And your food will be done in a minute. Do your kids want a happy meal toy?"

"Oh,yeah."He said,realizing that this was his life now. "And,yes. I think they would."

Ethan pulled out a tub form under the counter and spread out contents on the counter."ok,should I give them the same ones or mix them up? Also,some of these are pretty old."

"Two different ones. I don't think they'll really care that much."Vincent's attention had returned to the soda counter,where the brunette was filling the cup up with up with Hi-C. He really needed to learn that kid's name.

"Here we go. Two thirty pieces,two large fries,and two toys."Ethan rang him up as Chase returned with their drink.

The trio journeyed to a booth,Vincent on one side,kids on the other. He hopped up to fill his own cup (coke of course),and when he returned,a pretty blonde lady was sitting in the booth behind him. That was odd. No one had been sitting there before.

"Hey,you need to wait to open that until after you eat."Vincent said,sliding back into the booth. He easily took the top off the cardboard chicken box and put fifteen nuggets and half the fries into a portion. Each of the boys took a container and hungrily started eating."So,champ,what did you guys get to drink?"

"Are you asking me? My name is Jake,not Champ,Papa."The dark haired boy giggled.

"I know,Jake."Vincent smiled in between eating a fry."It was a nickname."

"Oh,"Jake said,embarrassed. Then his eyes lit up."Can we go play in the Play Place after dinner?"

"Sure,"Vincent sighed. Anything to wear them out,right?

They finished up rather quick and opened up their toys in double time. Chase got a "Amazing Wildlife" turtle plushie,and Jake had gotten a tiger from the same set. They both decode to bring their new toys into the play area.  
Vincent leaned back. Today had been the most stressful day of his life,and it wasn't even over. 

The woman from the other booth came over and sat across from him. He recognized her almost instantly.   
"Hello,Vincent,"She greeted. 

"Help me,Viktoryia. You're my only hope."

"Star Wars,really? You're doing fine. I'll bring the others by tomorrow."

"Others?"

"Oh,dear sweet Vincent,you didn't think you'd only have to raise two?" 

Well,that answered the question burning at the back of his mind. He knew Jake and Chase weren't by any means his only victims. He stifled a scream and banged his head on the table.


	5. Chapter 5

The fleet leader,one Commander Chase Moriarty ,looked over his ragtag crew: Lieutenant Stripey Bangles,of the planet Pizzabulan, Colonel Riff Raff Mataz,from the planet of sentimental turtles, Chica,their cook, Bonnie,the music man and Freddie,the beloved leader of the Band squad.

The ship was badly damaged,or so Bangles had led him to believe. They were stranded in deep space,with no more than a few days left of rations. Reinforcement from HQ could take longer than they had to spare. 

And that wasn't even taking in to consideration the two prisoner they had captured in the most recent attack of the Space Pirates.

Pirates were known to frequent the area between the Astro Belt and the cosmic ring,but Moriarty had chosen this route on purpose,to the dismay of his crew. It was the fastest,most direct route to the mysterious planet of treasure. He was under the belief that pirates would not attack such a large vessel,and the attack had taken the Commander by surprise. 

After having assigned everyone to a task that would either repair the ship or raise morale,Chase walked to his interrogation room.

There sat two pirates,both under Fox masks that had clearly seen better times.

"What ship are you from?"Chase asked,trying to ease into his questioning. He noticed that the foxes had different color masks-one red and the other white and pink. Wondering if this indicates a hierarchy within the Space Pirates,he waited for an answer.

Neither Fox answered,and both turned up their noses.

"Ok,so we're making this difficult. Bonnie,throw them in the brig." 

However,when the purple bunny came to take the skulk to the brig,they slipped their handcuffs and overpowered the silly rabbit. Chase began to suspect that there was more to this pair than the low scum they portrayed. 

Red Fox made a basket with his hands and boosted White up into an escape pod. The sleek Fox made it with practically no effort and outstretched her arms to help Red Fox up. By this time,the remaining crew on the Space Star had regrouped and gotten blasters.

_Whizz!_

A shot fired past the duo,clanging into storage bins. Chase fired another shot,knocking Red Fox from his climb and catching him in the arm. The resilient Fox put his hands back and started to climb yet again. He had nearly made it to White Fox. 

_Crack!_

Chase's next shot hit a window on the escape pod,but a protective metal sheet closed over it. White Fox pulled Red up into the escape pod. With a noise like a seed popping,they were beyond his reach.

 

"Was that him?" Vicki,the White Fox,asked. Her voice sounded like static,but to a Fox,the message was heard loud and clear. Red had no reason to ignore her other than he didn't want to answer.

As he began to steer them towards their ship he finally-

"Okay kids,time to go."Vincent said,stopping the boy's adventure where it lay.

"But we just got to plot significance!"Chase whined

"While,I'm sure whatever this is is plenty exciting,I'm terribly bored. Let's go home."

"We were just about to learn that Red Fox is Chase Moriarty's long-lost brother,the pirate king!"Jake argued. Vincent got the sense that this was common place for him.

"Well,now we know. To the car."

 


	6. Chapter 6

The car was quiet on the way home. Vincent would've thought the children were worn out. He thought about the challenge he had undertaken. Could he,Vincent William Moriarty, repent for all those who had suffered under his knife?

Even if it only applied to those he had killed as children,that still left nearly a dozen,and he was nearly overrun with two. 

He hoped that love of his life showed up soon. And that she was good with kids.

Chase thought about what Commander Chase Moriarty would do next and how he'd discover the deadly pirate king Red Fox was his beloved brother. Maybe a dramatic reveal,like Red Fox's mask slipping and Chase recognizing him. Or maybe the dastardly Red Fox would challenge him to a duel!

Vincent switched the radio over from the station playing Billy Joel.

" _But listen: it's probably nothing. If we had to shut down for every mysterious event that at least one death could be attributed to, we'd never have time to do anything, right_?" 

"Okay,not that station either,"He murmured,but continued to listen. The killer contemplated just killing the boys and getting his eternal damnation over with. 

There was a glimmer and a noise like a sparkler,and into the car popped Viktoryia. She looked at him with a look of abject disgust. Flatly,she announced. "You'd better not."

Startled,Vincent nearly swerved his car off the road. Luckily,the street was nearly deserted. 

"Jesus! You can't just do that,Viki. We all nearly died!"

She listened to the radio a second,and then flicked it off.

"Don't listen to this station."

Vincent,who as one could guess,hated being told what to do.

"Why not?"

"Just don't."

"Fine,whatever."He huffed."Can we talk about my soul mate?"

The sunshine angel wrinkled her nose and wiggled in her seat."Well,you see-"

"Seatbelt."Jake interrupted.

"What? Jake,it's rude to cut someone off."Vincent scolded.

"Miss Viktoryia doesn't have her seatbelt on."Chase explained.

"Oh,yes. Thank you,Chase,Jake."

"How'd you know our names?"Jake asked sleepily.

"I'm a friend of your dad's."She said simply.

"Are you our mom?"Chase bounced a little in his seat at this prospect.

"Chase,you can't just ask ladies if they're your mom."Vincent said with a deep sigh."Now,Viktoryia,where were you?"

"Oh,yeah. If you even think about it,I'll-"Viktoryia started

"But where is our mom?"Jake asked

Viktoryia had an answer for this.

"Oh look,we're at the house. Time to get dressed and go to bed."

The house was medium sized,and tan with a garage. Vincent parked in the driveway instead.

Chase and Jake undid their buckles and waited for Vincent to open the door. When he finally joined them at the door,key in hand,miss Viktoryia wasn't with him.

"Hey,where'd miss Viktoryia go?"

He didn't answer,unlocking the several locks on the door. He held it open for the kids with a look that showed how little patience he had left.

"Hey,Papa,where should we sleep?"

Vincent ran his fingers through his bangs. "Uhm...I don't..In your room I guess?"

He led them to a spare bedroom that was mostly unfurbished and unused before today. He thought that maybe there was a spare mattress in there,but he wasn't sure. As a bachelor with no friends or family,he had no real need for a guest room.

Apparently,Viktoryia had decided to lend a hand and decorated the room. Or maybe he did that? He wasn't really sure.

"Okay,time for bed. Good night."

"But,Papa,we're not tired. Can you read to us?"

"No. Get in your pajamas."

 


	7. Chapter 7

Sleep did not come to Vincent easily that night. He would have been more surprised if it had. A lifetime of child murder hardly lent itself to peaceful dreams. Although,he was as exhausted,his body was hardwired to go to sleep late,and waste the morning. 

Was he really going to wake up and do it all again,but with more of the stinking brats? Or would he wake up to find it had all been a dream?

If it was a dream,it was very different from his normal dreams,which consisted of nothing on nothing for endless nothing. He decided to put on the Sleep Time Specialty Mix ™,a CD he had burned with songs he'd play when he couldn't sleep. 

He was out by the third song.

* * *

"Papa!"Chase squealed. "Paaaapaaaa! Get up!!"

Vincent sighed deeper into his pillow.

"What?"He muttered from the depths of his cocoon. 

"Someone's at the door."Jake said softly.

"Jeez,can't I get a few minutes rest?"He complained,yawning."What time's it anyhow?"

Chase thought for a second.

"Eleven!"

 "You,uh, don't really know time,do you?"

"Not at all!"

Vincent slowly withdrew from the soft warm bed he was oh-so hesitant to leave. He hoped that it wasn't old lady Abernathy from down the street. He didn't think he could handle searching for her niece's cat without coffee first.

_Speaking of which,_ he thought as he ventured towards the door, _I should start my coffee now._

"Hello,Mrs. Abernathy. Did Mittens run off again?"He asked,yawning into his fist.

To his surprise when he opened his eyes,it was not his elderly neighbor,but his guardian angel.

"Oh,did he? Naughty kitty."Viktoryia asked. She had her blonde hair braided into two long plaits."I'm just bring the kids back from the sleep over."

The kids filed in around him until only Viktoryia stood on the door step. It occurs to him that she didn't actually look as old as she acted. More like a teenager.

"Hey,Papa,did you miss us?"a sweet voice asked. He knew that voice. Dakota Morgan.

 He froze up,muscles tensing. 

The last time he had heard that voice,four kids had died.

And yet here she was. Wearing the same clothes and smiling at him like she did when he asked if she and her friends wanted to see a cool surprise.

Before that day,when he took four lives,he had only killed twice.

Chase and Jake.

Chase never even knew what hit him. A slit of his throat,and he never woke up again. Simple,painless. 

Jake,he thinks,did know. At least a little.

But then he got greedy. 

 


	8. Chapter 8

"Hey,Vin. It's time to get up."A sweet,melodic voice said. 

Vincent opened his eyes.  _Ugh,when did that window get there? And why... **Am I in space right now?**_

_This is a dream,right??_

First,he had to evaluate.

He was likely dreaming about living in space. Vincent had awoken in a private looking cabin,having been stirred by Viktoryia. His companion had a long white skirt on,with a matching blouse.

"Why 'ya calling me Vin?"He asked,popping the joints in his knuckles. He himself had a purple long coat and dark slacks. He seemed much younger,more like a teenager.

Viktoryia narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why wouldn't I call you by your name?"

"Viktoryia,what's going on?"

"Ugh,what's with you today? It's Vikki."She pulled at her bangs. "During the attack on the Sanchez class cruiser,you took a bullet for Red Fox. Despite this,you continued your medic duties,until you nearly died of blood loss. Red Fox thought this was honorable,and insisted you live."

"Huh. Did we get anything out of the pillage?" This was fun,being a space pirate. Vincent wouldn't have pinned himself as a medic though.

"Yeah,although Bon insists that she keep the Gibson. More importantly,we got information about Red Fox. From the king himself." Vikki looked around to insure no one else was around." _Our Red Fox,he has a brother. The captain of the Sanchez Class Cruiser."_

"Wow,that's some dramatic shit."Something tickled in his brain at her statement,but he didn't feel like pulling it to the surface.

"Yeah. C'mon,you need to get some food in you so you get all healed up."

"I feel fine though. Pretty good for having been shot."

"Yeah,the transfusion patches you up nice. But if the doctor doesn't take good care of himself,who will?"

"Well,it's a good thing I got you."

"For the good of the ship anyhow. Y'all'd be lost without me."

They both stood up and Vincent started toward the door.

"Hey,hotshot. Aren't you forgetting something?"Vikki smirked playfully.

"Huh? What?"

"Your mask,dum-dum. You wanna get killed? Red Fox likes you,but not that much."Vikki slipped on her own mask,a white Fox with a pink muzzle and rosy cheeks.

"Oh..Where is my mask?"Vincent said,feeling very much like a guest who had no idea about saying Grace.

"It's on your bedside. Geez,did that shot do some serious damage?"

"Ugh,don't be a jerk,Vikki."Vincent found the mask,and it was (fittingly) a golden rabbit mask. He slipped on over his face. It was sturdier than one might think.

"Hey,watch that tone,buddy. You're speakin' ta Red Fox's number one girl!"

"Oh,Vik. I'm simply terrified. Now who will I sass?"

They exited the room into a spacious hallway. Strangely enough,Earth style 80's music played. He allowed Vikki this take the lead,so he didn't become lost.

The eating area had slightly damaged appliances,as well a tables and chairs. A few of his fellow comrades sit at random seats in the room.

Vikki picks a seat and tells him to waste there while she gets the food.

When she gets back,all she has is plates of worms.

"Oh,my favorite."He says sarcastically.

"Yeah,I'm spoiling you cuz you got shot. Don't go makin' a habit outta this though."

She started eating the worms with a fork. 

"Anyway,so during the battle we gained Bon's new Gibson,a few Betty type missile,and some other junk. "

She was chewing up the worms now.

_He had to wake up._

* * *

"Oh,Vincent. You're awake!"Viktoryia said. They were sitting on a couch in his house again.

"W-what happened??"

"You tried to run away,and slipped and cracked your head on the ground. You were super tired,so I let you sleep it off."

"You let me sleep off a head injury? Vikki,do you know anything about head injuries,or humans in general?"He sighed."Where are the others?"

"In the kitchen. I fed them your cereal for breakfast. By the way,your out of cereal. Bye!"

With a noise like a Roman candle exploding somewhere in the distance,she was gone.

Great.

 


	9. Chapter 9

He remembered that day as clear as crystal.

It had not been Dakota's birthday,although she was the popular one. 

It had been her friend's, Lily Morrison. Lily had been a cheerful girl,with few friends. Dakota,Leo,Isaiah and Anthony. 

He had approached Dakota first. She had been enthusiastically chatting with Lily,who was telling her all about her new yellow dress.

By the end of the night,that dress would be torn and bloody.

Her dark hair shone in the florescent lights. 

_"Hello,"He had said,"Do you want to see a surprise? It's a lovely gift."_

They were not his first victims,or even his last. 

But it was the first time he had taken more than one life at a time.

More lives. 

Police come to investigate. Junior sleuths. A girl in the arcade. 

Why?

In the end,his hands were almost never clean. He was as animalistic as the animatronics,acting on a primal urge. 

* * *

"Papa,can we go to the park?"

For a second,he inhaled a sharp breathe. He opened his eyes. This time,he was on his couch in his home. Leo stood in front of him.

The little boy wore a striped red shirt and cargo shorts. He had hopeful green eyes and comical red hair.

"What did you say?"He muttered,voice thick

"Can we go to the park? Please,I thought of a new game while we were at Miss Vikki's." 

_"Hunt the night guard?"_

"Please,Papa?"

Just then, a clock upstairs rang. The get-ready-for-work alarm.

Perfect. A way out.

"Sorry,sport. Gotta get to work."

The other children seemed to interpret the ringing bell as some kind of signal,as after it there was a flurry of activity. Socks being hunted,shoes being put on,backpacks filled with toys.

And then Vincent realized that he probably took the children to work with him.

" _You just tell us to sit in here and be quiet,and then leave_."

After all,why wouldn't he? Freddy Fazbear's was the place where fantasy and fun came to life. 

Vincent wished he could summon Viktoryia.

 

 

 


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